It's happening again.
You can feel it, can't you? The relentless immediacy of crisis over crisis, the yawning void tne endless emergency is stretched taut to obscure. The soul-bending psychological trauma; even moments of optimism seem unfairly compressed, hyperdense self-referential memetic shards landing like cartoon anvils and sublimated into vapor by the meteoric heat of the Next Thing. The spiritual torniquet of the perpetually immediate present twisting tighter, fractions of degrees at a time.
You can hear fragments of the past that remain, the warning signs engineered to survive their own absence singing the speed, the mass of this oncoming train to anyone foolish or optimistic enough (and is there a difference, at this remove?) to put an ear to the tracks. It's happening again; here we are in the moments before the moment, and it can't be an accident that those who seem most adept in this psychosocial twilight, deftly navigating unmoored in cold storms of this howling psychic gyre are people who've lost their anchors or thrown them overboard by choice in the name of some dark mirrored vision of liberty or mere expediency, in the long calm of the before. They're just one more set of symptoms now, signs of symbols nested in symbols whose ultimate referents are burned to ash beneath them.
It is happening again.
Today in Phantom Time
The Last Days Of 20A0:
Tags: conspiracies, mad science, religion, space, the future
Current Music: The Midnight -- Crockett's Revenge ♬
Wow, haven't thought about "What Will They Think of Next" since 1979 - a hyper-local throwaway TV segment that aired between episodes of Rocket Robin Hood and Doctor Snuggles.
I remember thinking the opening was cool but that is some seriously trippy shit. I miss the 70s.
Is this about the Trump 2020 campaign?